…You all are so lovely, I havens seen this kind of life, for years, you start to get irritating, you your own relationships, and younger years, I never sow you then, now you are everywhere, in your gates. Peopla have…

…pain Now you are the ship lost at sea and I'm the storm I've arrived like a tempest of hate, raging You shall learn you will pay for for your sins and you learn All you live will burn I am the wind, I am the rain I am the anger, I'm the pain Like ire of the oceans I reign over thee My siren of vengeance show me the way…

…An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day Along the ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw A-plowing through the ragged brush and up the cloudy draw…

…chest once more Dark chest of wonders Seen through the eyes Of the one with pure heart Once so long ago The one in the Big Blue is what the world stole from me This night will bring him back to me Fly to a dream Far…

…guess not everybody think of the life, the same way. I just want a stable love, lot of bed-side stories, to have heat, all those days. I just want the family, to see, how they grow up, people have a better world now, where to have some fun.…

…If you drop breadcrumbs while you’re off adventuring you’ll lose your way in darkness, so we’re heard We learn about their failures across the centuries but at least they got to feed some hungry birds You can say that…

…, to feed your soul. To feed your meat is easy for you, its a life style, you separate the abdominals from you. Do you separate body from meat and bones, or the body and soul themes, how do you really see it, I think it as a home.…

…Man can go through the grey stone Man can go through the great stone Man can go, man can go Men's got to do what men's got to do Men's got to do what men's got to do Men's got to do, men's go to do You can do what you wanna do You can do what you wanna do You can do, you can do…

…past houses, farms & fields Passin′ graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of rusted automobiles Good mornin' America, how are you? Don't you know me? I′m your native son! I′m the…